“Would you disobey my order?” Damon asked.
“Sorry I didn't realize we're in a court hearing, but since you asked Mr Judge. Yes, I would disobey whatever you just told me right now, so you can tell your guards to prepare the dungeon or cell and have me thrown into jail because I won't cut ties with my family.”
“You won't or you can't,” Damon asked. She ignored him; she knew she had made her point and there was no use going back and forth having this conversation with him.
He may have bought her, but she wasn't going to let him rule her like some dog who would obey his every command. If his other woman did that, she would be an exception, and after she was done, he would definitely remember that she is Nora.
For the rest of the drive back to the house, neither of them spoke to each othe
